Who knew Sakura, the
budding cherry blossom (of youth!) would find herself undeniably
attracted to him. Clichés, humor, borderline smutty
descriptions (not enough to exceed the rating), and one of my
favorite pairs possible, though you may find it very weird.

Disclaimer: If I owned
him...well I sure as hell wouldn't be sharing.

It was hot. The kind of
sluggish heat that slid along walls and sheets and made the surface
of everything and body unbareable to deal with. The kind of hot that
made girls walk around in small tight shirts and guys without any
shirt at all, and dogs with their tongues lolling out, too tired and
stuffy to bark at any danger nearby.

At most, a tiny snuff was
heard from a windowsill, only to be followed with a silent yawn that
made all the girls who saw turn doe-eyed by the adorable qualities of
watching a dog yawn.

Which was why, on this hot
day, a certain lazy, perverted older ninja was lying stretched out on
his bed, shirt off and sheets flung unconsciously on the floor. His
normally messy hair was mussed even further from rolling around in
suffocating night air and almost shone a pure white in the glaring
mid-morning sun.

The parts of his face that
weren't concealed by his arm seemed to be wavering between complete
fulfillment and a certain sort of pleasurable pain. It would have
been an odd sight to see, someone's brow scrunched up as though in
pain and a smile on their face at the same time, but he wasn't
Konoha's number one pervert for nothing.

Sakura, determined girl
that she was, hesistated outside of the ninja's apartment door,
unsure of whether to knock and wait or just barge right in. But
knowing this ninja's penchant for leaving rooms by the window and
the likelihood of taking ten minutes just to open the damn door, she
decided on the latter.

So she started to raise
her foot to break the wood from it's hinges, and surely wake up the
owner of the humble abode, before reconsidering and trying the
doorknob. The brass felt cool against her heated skin and she rolled
her eyes as the knob turned smoothly, indicating that he probably had
forgotten to lock it. Not that he needed too, not only was he a
pervert of Konoha, but he was also one of the most elite.

She politely removed her
shoes then stepped inside. She took a few seconds to gather her
bearings. She had never actually been in here before, though she was
positive Naruto had plenty of times, and maybe even Sasuke. A fairly
large bookcase, with row upon row of familiar orange books was the
first thing she saw. Then her eyes roamed over a very messy desk,
littered with writing utensils and paper, a small couch, lamp, then
the kitchen counter. A single cup of Ramen stood on the slab of
smooth marble. Naruto's eating habits must have rubbed off on him
after all those years of traveling together she thought with a tone
of amusement.The frown when she noticed several sake bottles littered
on the floor.

Obviously no one was in
the living room/kitchen. Which meant he must be in the room with the
closed door, since the only other door was open and leading to a
light blue empty bathroom. She walked over to the closed door and
hesistantly grasped the knob. Barging into someone's bedroom was a
bit more personal than barging into their living room. She could feel
the pulse of his chakra behind the doorway, the steady delayed
beating of his heart which meant he was sleeping. She rolled her
eyes, trust him to sleep in on today of all days.

She started to turn the
knob, then stopped. What if he was in an indecent state of dress. Or
worse, she hypothesized (momentarily forgetting that she had only
sensed one human body behind the door) if he was with a girl? Or, two
girls, Or three girls, which would probably fit his reputation
better, or even… she barged into the room ready to give him a piece
of her mind but stopped short. She wasn't sure the sight in front
of her was one her eyes would get used to, especially since she had
never seen him quite so unclothed before. Whenever he was training
with Naruto, he definitely left his clothes on.

In front of her lay a
sleeping, very shirtless…

Kakashi.

And for some stupid reason
her face became surprisingly hot. Not entirely sure that this was a
good thing, she began to tiptoe forward. Though it wasn't really
necessary seeing as her stomping a moment before hadn't woken the
her former teacher from his apparently, and here she flushed even
more as she noted the pleased way his eyes were closed, pleasant
sleep.

It wasn't that she'd
never seen a shirtless guy before, or hell even a naked guy before.
She was eighteen afterall, and had, had her fair share of experience.
Though that certainly didn't prepare her for seeing her older,
former sensei lying flush on his bed, shirtless. Nor did it prepare
her for the strange feeling of partial panic, embarassment, and
wonder that she found the sight of him in such a state incredibly…
hot. Not just hot, incredibly, completely, and wholely, H-O-T-T. His
bare skin shone in the sunlight, body sprawled against his mattress.
Body vulnerable, which he never was, and formed entirely perfect,
plus or minus a few scars.

Eh you pervert! Inner
Sakura, now more mature in appearance, but still just as feisty
yelled. Stop staring at your sensei and get out of here. You can
pretend it never happened. Stop looking! He's old. And your
teacher. And OLD. And a pervert. And old. And…

Kakashi shifted the
tiniest bit and his pants, which were barely brushing the tops of his
hips, sank lower, revealing the smooth, sleek bump of a well formed
hipbone.

…hot, so very hot. And
not that old, only by a decade or so. And did I say sensei? I meant
former sensei.

"Yo." Gah! Sakura's
cheeks deepened to an even darker red as her heart skipped a beat
about four beats. Slowly she dragged her eyes up from Kakashi's
bare hips, over his abs, which shone one right after another under r
a light sheen of sweat, over his well-defined, broad, but not too
broad, chest, and nice shoulders, up his smooth neck, over the arm
covering the bottom half of his face to his eyes.

His closed eyes.

Sakura's eyes widened.
Didn't she just hear someone speak? She was positive of it, though
maybe the guilt of her staring at a shirtless, hot, Kakashi was
getting to her-

"Yo, up here" Sakura
dragged her face away from Kakashi's to see a tracking dog, she
remembered his name was Pakkun, staring at her in his lazy-eyed dog
way. Sakura blinked.

"Eh, now that you're
here I suppose I can leave. I was supposed to wake him up on time but
I must have dozed off." The dog explained, voice in a bored
monotone. "Since you're here, I'll be going now." Without
another word he disappeared in a slight puff of smoke, leaving Sakura
slightly dazed. She had just been caught oogling Kakashi, by his own
tracking dog.

Shaking her head, her eyes
fell from the window onto Kakashi's face.

Kakashi's face, which
looked strange for some reason.

And as she stared at the
arm blocking her view, she realized.

She was staring at his
face, his maskless face.

Granted there was an arm
thrown across, which obstructed the view, but his face was devoid of
any sort of cloth. His left eye was closed, a scar running down
vertically across it, hiding the Sharingan underneath.

Sakura gave a sort of
fangirl excited scream, looked left, then right, making sure no one
was watching, then hurriedly bent over until she just a few inches
away from the top half of his nose. She took a few moments to examine
it thoroughly. After all these years, after so many failed attempts,
she was finally seeing it for the first time. It wasn't any paler
than the rest of his skin, which was odd, since one would think that
after being covered for so long it would be less tanned. She reached
a finger up, unable to help herself, and brushed a finger across it's
surface.

His skin was smooth, so
smooth, and cool, even though it was so hot (She was sure her face
was all sweaty and gross now, even though she was wearing a short
pair of training shorts and a tank top for comfort.) She was so
inticed by the discovery of his smooth, pore free skin that she
failed to notice his hand twitch on the bed. So absorbed with trying
to figure out how to gentlely dislodge his arm from his face without
waking him, that she didn't notice his body was moving until it was
too late.

Then the most horribly
cliché, plot opener for a tension promising situation
happened. Kakashi's other arm swung around her form, and before she
knew it, she was trapped on the bed lying partially on his body.

His hot, firm, barely
clothed body.

…………………………

Warmth.

That was all he was aware
of. He could feel the heat radiating form the windows as well, but
this heat was definitely different.

It was coming from a
slender body.

His hand brushed over the
smooth skin of a wrist and he pressed the body closer to himself. He
heard a soft gasp and smiled, turning his head to bury it into the
pillow, his arm snaking it's way across the person's waist.

Which was clothed.

Kakashi frowned slightly.
Usually when he woke to find a women in his bed she was definitely
not clothed. Especially after the things that occurred the night
before. But strangely not only was this woman clothed, Kakashi ran a
hand down her side to her hip to make sure, she was fully clothed.
Kakashi pondered this for a moment in a sleepy haze, then smirked
into his pillow.

Well now, he could fix
that.

He rubbed her hip for a
second, before finding the hem of her shirt and sliding his fingers
smoothly underneath. He turned toward her and felt her mouth slightly
brush his neck, her breath tickling just below his Adam's apple. He
moved his fingertips up a few inches to her bellybutton before slowly
circling it with his thumb. Torturously slow. He felt her begin to
quiver and he ground his hips lightly against hers hearing a small
"Eep" in response.

He lowered his lips to her
ear, murmuring in a sleep induced low voice,

"Does that feel good?"

"Ka-Kakashi." Her
voice was barely above a whisper, but he could hear the frantic plea
in it and he reached forward to slowly run his toungue along her
lobe, hand inching steadily upward, eyes still closed until…

"PERVERT!" A very
loud, very familiar, very young voice shouted. Kakashi's eyes
opened to a blur of pink that quickly whirled away from him, leaving
him to fall face first in his pillow.

Pink. Hair. Those two
words kept repeating over and over in his head. Pink. Hair.

Then another realization
came into his mind, horrifying and slightly disappointing him,

She's seen my face.

Eh, expecting Jiraiya?

Author's
Note added 3/20/07: I found out someone took this story and posted it
as their own. NOT COOL and shows unoriginality. Do not do this again
please.

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